Good Morning, it's me

Good morning it's me.
The sun seeping through the curtains' crack seduced me out of a soundless sleep.
So I guess I'll say good morning it's me:
Good morning it's me.

The fear of perpetual laziness has made me leave the warm embrace of bed while I elbow my way to a sitting state. And I can't even attempt to tip a toe to the door before my lazy legs trip me with a shock of pain to the floor.
Well morning has slapped me awake now, so I guess I'm wide awake now:
Good morning, it's me.

I'll strut my best style to suit this beautiful gold-pierced- indigo streaked-sky and when I speak I'll say:
Good morning world: it's me.
No heels today, cause I'll run today to keep up with you. And I'll catch up to you and tell myself that you are mine for the taking.
Good morning it's me.
And when I speak there will be no doubt about it, no fear about it, no trace of last day's tears about it. Just good morning, it's me. Hello world I'm ready to take you by storm, or meet the thunder that brews, waiting for me.

Well morning has caressed me to wake now, so I guess I'm wide awake now. And the indigo streak had subsided now and let the sunshine flood the sky now. And though I might get it tangled, twisted now, send me a package signed "life" now.
Cause I can tell it in the sky now, it's going to be a beautiful, bright,
Good morning, now:
It’s me.